That’s right, I’m 40 years old now. I guess that should mean something to me. I did ask the Facebooks for ideas on how I could benefit from a mid-life crisis, but no one really came up with anything that made it seem worth the trouble. I decided to let it go and instead of worrying about the living that I hadn’t yet done, feel great about actually still being alive. I know that a lot of people live well past their 40s, but then a lot of people don’t.
While I’m feeling pretty good about all this, it seems that Rachel isn’t having any of it. She was counting on a mid-life crisis and if I’m not going to do it she’ll get the damn thing done herself! I mean, she’s now married to a guy who’s 40! How did that happen!? Where has her life gone!?
She’s been talking about getting a commuter car because the Element isn’t that fuel efficient and she didn’t like the manual transmission in the stop-and-go traffic. I figured, Toyota Yaris, Honda Fit, you know a commuter car. That didn’t happen. This did.

I know some of you will appreciate the irony of this considering what happened on my 39th Birthday. So there you have it, I turned 40 and Rachel got a Mini Clubman. And while technically I’m driving a mini too, mine’s a minivan. Hmmm, I think I’m finally beginning to feel that mid-life crises coming on.